Category: Short story

Once upon a time there was a genius boy called harvey . He was on the way to see his friend pearson , when he decided to take a short cut through wonder valley.

It wasn’t long before harvey got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, donna, but donna was nowhere to be found! harvey began to panic. He felt sure he had packed donna. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a funny cat dressed in a blue pant disappearing into the trees.

“How odd!” thought harvey.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed cat. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, harvey reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from spinach and one made from pizza.

harvey could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

“Hello!” he called. “Is anybody there?”

Nobody replied.

harvey looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving harvey a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was donna!

“donna!” shouted harvey. He turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

The witch just shrugged.

“Give donna back!” cried harvey.

“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.

“At least let donna out of that cage!”

Before she could reply, the funny cat in the blue pant rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

“Hello Big Cat,” said the witch.

“Good morning.” The cat noticed donna. “Who is this?”

“That’s donna,” explained the witch.

“Ooh! donna would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!” demanded the cat.

The witch shook her head. “donna is staying with me.”

“Um… Excuse me…” harvey interrupted. “donna lives with me! And not in a cage!”

The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.”

Big Cat looked at the house made from pizza and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from pizza if I wanted to.”

“There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have donna.”

harvey watched, feeling very worried. He didn’t want the witch to give donna to Big Cat. He didn’t think donna would like living with a funny cat, away from his house and all his other toys.

Big Cat put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Cat. “Just you watch!”

Big Cat pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pizza. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Cat started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of pizza, he grew to the size of a large snowball – and he was every bit as round.

“Erm… I don’t feel too good,” said Big Cat.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He’d grown so round that he could no longer balance!

“Help!” he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Cat never finished eating the front door made from pizza and donna remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

“That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep donna.”

“Not so fast,” said harvey. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from spinach. And I haven’t had a turn yet.

“I don’t have to give you a turn!” laughed the witch. “My game. My rules.”

The woodcutter’s voice carried through the forest. “I think you should give him a chance. It’s only fair.”

“Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the cat. He won’t last long.”

“I’ll be right back,” said harvey.

“What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted donna back.”

harvey ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from spinach and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

harvey sat down on a nearby log.

“You fail!” cackled the witch. “You were supposed to eat the whole door.”

When harvey’s food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from spinach. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, harvey was down to the final piece of the door made from spinach. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. harvey had eaten the entire front door of the house made from spinach.

“I don’t think so!” said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. “This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over donna or I will chop your broomstick in half.”

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

harvey hurried over and grabbed donna, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, donna was unharmed.

harvey thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet pearson. It was starting to get dark.

When harvey got to pearson’s house, his friend threw his arms around him.

“I was so worried!” cried pearson. “You are very late.”

As harvey described his day, he could tell that pearson didn’t believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

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